I am what I eat.

I tell people I’m a vegetarian but that’s somewhat of a lie. It’s true that I generally don’t like the taste of meat. Especially lamb because it tastes sweaty. I’m not one of those vegetarians who eat fake meat. Seriously, if your body craves the taste of meat, feed it meat. Your body is trying to tell you something. Listen and respond. Knock knock! Who’s there? Your true nature.

I’m honestly drawn to fruit, vegetables, and grain. You could say I’m a natural vegetarian. Oh, and dairy. I love dairy. I love cheese, ice cream, yogurt, ice cream. I guess I’m a lacto-vegetarian then. Ooh, eggs. I love all kinds of eggs. Chicken, duck, quail. Put me down as a lacto-ovo-vegetarian. Well, it’s true, I do occasionally eat seafood. No self-respecting mermaid/island girl would go without seafood. You could call me a lacto-ovo-pesce-vegetarian, if you want to be technical about it.

All right, all right, once in a while I eat meat. Like that time I was invited to dinner and our hostess was serving moose meat. I couldn’t pass that up because I have to try everything at least once in my life. (It was so tender and delicious!) And okay, I admit that since I live with a couple of meat eaters, I eat meat every time I’m too hungry and too lazy to cook a vegetarian meal just for myself.

Forget it. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m a liar.

 

Did you take a good look at that Snapchat video above? Go ahead and play it again. And think! It’s time for the Caption This Contest. Win a week-long MAYCAM password from September 19 to 25 if you think up the most fitting caption for this Snapchat. Post your entries before Tuesday, September 19. Adult participants only.

Cheers!
May Ling Su

I’ve been to hell and back.

Seriously. I’ve never been sicker than this past week. I woke up on Palm Sunday with a fever so high I hurt to touch. Ask my man. He’s the one who told me I hurt to touch. I was so sick I never got out of my nightclothes, just kept layering a couple more nightclothes over the ones I slept in, and when that still wouldn’t warm me up, I put on my man’s thick warm robe over everything. Then I laid underneath a pile of blankets and pretty much stayed there all week, shivering like a sad chihuahua.

Midweek my fever subsided but my nose was so clogged I sounded like Darth Vader. Every day a whole new way of feeling like death. My head felt like it wasn’t attached to the rest of my body. My fingers and toes felt tingly and numb. I wondered if that was how ghosts felt. Then I wondered if I was a ghost and I didn’t know it. That’s why I still kept fucking, even though I was sick all week. I needed that friction to remind me that I’m still alive. (Although I’m pretty sure horny ghosts are not unheard of.)

A little bit of courage, a little bit of grit, a little bit of taking a step in a positive direction, and I feel better now. Not entirely better, but better, thank you.

Bunny May Ling Su
See the rest of this photo series at MAYCAM.

Happy Easter, everybunny!

May Ling Su

Keeper of Secrets

I started blogging in 2002, a diary of a young wife exploring sex and marriage. My husband and I wanted to defy stereotypes of what marriage was supposed to be and redefine it according to our needs. We threw ourselves into edgy situations. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes we got hurt. Lessons in life and love are rarely dealt without pain. Through it all I blogged about it. I wrote about hot steamy sex and I wrote about loss. That blog is now archived, and still ongoing in MAYCAM, a private website for members only.

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I made the decision to make it private because I want to know that I am in the company of friends when I lay out intimate details of my personal life. A small token of your esteem lets me know that you are more than a casual observer perusing my pleasure and pain apathetically. I want to know that you consider my secrets a bit of a treasure.

And by secrets, I mean my ass. Just kidding. It’s way more than my ass. Believe me when I tell you that I am the keeper of some very juicy secrets. MAYCAM contains real life stories, photos, and movies, plus get my private snapchat.

MayLingSu.com is where I will be posting updates on my creative projects, excerpts from my books, flash erotic fiction, and a good dose of mischief. By popular demand, I’m bringing back contests with prizes. And if you subscribe to my blog, I will post an occasional password-protected entry containing excerpts from MAYCAM exclusively for subscribers, including access to Free Movie Night. Deal?

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Are you ready for this? Turn your audio on and press play. It’s time to play the Caption This Contest. I am giving away a MAYCAM password good from November 7th till the 13th to whomever comes up with the best-fitting caption for this short video clip.

Amuse me! Delight me! Make me giggle and squeal! Ooooh!

Post your entries into the comment box below or comment on my Instagram clip before Monday, November 7. Adult participants only.

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Just a stupid chink’s opinion

Have you seen this?

A white woman yelled “Go back to China!” at an asian man on the street. He turned around and yelled back at her, “I was born in America!” The asian man happens to be New York Times deputy Metro editor, Michael Luo, who then wrote an open letter to the offending woman. He also started a twitter conversation about Asian-Americans’ experience of racism, #thisis2016.

Most of it sounds like petty playground taunting. The fact that an asian man can confront his abuser and write about it later on the New York Times shows he has power. Had it been a black man doing the same thing, he would have been shot dead on the sidewalk before he even opened his mouth. Had it been a Muslim doing the same thing, s/he would have been labeled a terrorist and taken away, never to be seen on the face of the earth. I’m exaggerating, of course, but not by much and you know it.

I do have a problem with people assuming “victim” status. I’m not talking about real assault here. I’m talking about words thrown about carelessly on one hand, and hypersensitivity to certain keywords on the other. On the playground, if you let a bully see your weakness, the bully wins. Remember, the best defense is offensive. Here are a few suggestions for snappy come-backs to racist comments:

  • People talk “ching chang chong” around you? Don’t act all hurt. “Ching chang chong” back at them. Incessantly, like you’re their new best friend. “You-me-ha-ha!” I’m pretty sure it’ll weird them out enough to stop, or if they have a sense of humor they’ll actually laugh at you and themselves and the whole situation in general.
  • Someone call you Bruce Lee? Say thanks, it’s an honor. The man is a god! Then whip out some karate chops. You don’t know karate? Just make shit up. Racists are stupid. They won’t know the difference.
  • Someone tell you your English is perfect? Say, “Thanks! Yours needs work.”
  • Someone ask about your slanted vagina? Say, “Yes, and I’m another slanted vagina you’ll never get to fuck.”
  • Someone tell you to go make chinese food? Take their money to go.
  • Someone wants to kick your butt back to China? Kick their butt back to Ireland. Not from Ireland? Who cares? I’m not from China!

See what I’m getting at? Asians can out-racist the racists. We’ve had plenty of experience. East Asians think they’re better than South and South-East Asians. Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans don’t like each other either. Singaporeans and Hong Kong Chinese hate Filipinos.

If there is anything #thisis2016 has shown me, it’s that Asian Americans are racist against Asian-Asians. They’re saying, “How dare you lump me in with immigrants and international students who don’t speak English well or at all! How dare you compare me to low life sex workers, maids, nurses, delivery boys, cooks… I’m better than them! I’m American!!!”

I’m a naturalized American citizen originally from the Philippines. I’m a college graduate and my American English is impeccable. But you know what? I put on a mock Asian accent and race play with white men in my latest MAYCAM video. Why? Because it’s naughty. Because I like Asians, yes, including the whores, the maids, the nurses, the delivery boys, the cooks… I am them and they are me. Because calling myself racist slurs does not threaten my racial dignity any more than being a sexual submissive threatens my feminism.

How does your hard white cock feel about that? Love me long time, Joe?

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